I think I understand now,
Why I was just "too much",
Why you deemed me "too much",
It wasn't that I was "too much",
But rather that you were not capable enough.
I feel sorry for you,
Trapped in that shallow existence,
Unable to communicate or process,
A drought of meaningful consciousness and awareness,
A standard that society has created.
Do you,
As the river,
Fueled by the storm,
Reach the ocean and exclaim:
This is "too much"?
Do you,
As a father,
Fueled by fear,
Teach your daughter,
That she is "too much"?
Do you,
As the lover,
Fueled by insecurity,
Make your other,
Feel like she's just "too much"?
Do you,
Expect the ocean to shrink back,
To somehow reduce itself,
So that you do not feel so small,
So that you do not have to mix with the waves of emotions she brings?
You have carved your gorges,
Rolled your stones,
Traveled miles and miles,
Without ever having been aware,
That there is an ocean of self awareness out there.
One day you'll have to confront it,
Give into it,
Don't resist the ocean of emotion,
Everyone knows that you can't fight a rip current,
And if you try you might just drown in it.
I am an ocean of emotion,
An ocean of consciousness,
Of self awareness,
Of mindfulness,
I cannot shrink back to accommodate your weaknesses.
You,
The river,
Will reach the ocean,
And when you do,
It will embrace you, unbalance you, engulf you,
Until you realise that you are an ocean too.
